blondie [muke af]

nine

nine

Luke picked at the fabric of his long, blue skirt as he sat in the C & C Incorporation London office, listening to the men in eight thousand dollar button downs talk about numbers that went over his head. 

Ella kicked him once she realized he wasn't paying attention. "Can you please focus for one minute?" She whispered harshly. 

"I don't want to," he whispered back, pouting at his best friend. His light blue eyes wandered around the room like a kid in the doctor's office. His heart matched up with the clock ticking by as he licked his chapped lips. 

The pictures on the walls were framed so nicely, all black and whites of the C & C Incorporation starting up to becoming where it is now. It amazed Luke how fast the company went from a small thing in a studio apartment to a worldwide business.

Michael was doing the same as he sat across from Luke, his eyes looking at the features of his father throughout the year. D. Clifford loved his job with every single bone in his old body. He breathed and lived for this company, and that's what Michael will never have.

He caught his green eyes on Luke's blue ones as the younger boy gave him a soft smile, too jet lagged and sleep deprived to do anything more. 

They haven't talked besides a few teasing jokes in a solid month. The two walk past each other like nothing ever happened, like their feelings were never there, like their lips were never pressed against each others. 

Every day Luke dies a little. He's a softy, he can't help it. Luke is the type to fall in love at least ten times a day. 

His soft fingers played with the silver necklace hanging from his neck as he felt the middle aged men look over at him and scuff. He thought that by now he'd be used to the non-approving glances and comments, but he's not. 

Every time, it hurts him more and more. He'll end up on the bathroom floor trying not to sob too loudly because a fifty-five year old man asked if his mother approved of his floral Vans. 

For his information, she did. She even bought them herself for her third son. 

Michael eyed Luke, loving the view from across the table. The twenty-nine year old was a beauty in every single aspect. From his blonde hair tightly braided on the side of his head to his new shoes digging into his baby toe: he was everything Mike wanted. 

Michael watched as Luke looked around the room, mentally judging every single business man and women who sat in the large office space. He liked the way his blue eyes scanned the room with such curiosity in every single blink. He liked the way his long fingers folded over the edge of the packet in front of him, bringing it back and forth until it broke off. He liked how Luke's head perked up at every background noise, but not at the statistics report. 

Luke was about to hit his head against the rough table as their closing slide lasted another ten agonizing minutes. It was like school again, where every single sentence was flowing through one ear, and just right out the next. 

He was in charge of the Communications and Public Relations, he did not need to know any of this nonsense. 

Michael slid across the room once everything was over. He gave a handshake to a few business men and women who knew him, but he did not know back. He quickly made his way to Luke, who was complaining to Ella like a small child. 

Michael could spot his voice from a mile away.

The brunette quickly froze up as she saw her boss approaching. Michael reached an arm around Luke's waist, pulling him into a side hug. "Wanna get out of here?" He asked.

"It's like 5 p.m.," Luke chuckled, wrapping an arm around Michael's shoulder, the material of his jacket soft against his skin.

"I want to get out of this suit, and then maybe some drinks?" Mike asked, leaning closer to Luke. 

Chills ran up the blonde's spine as he felt Michael's warm breath on his cold neck. "Yeah, that's cool."

The dark haired boy entwined their hands, pulling him out of the crowded office building. "We have a long night, Blondie."